You were, by no means, a practiced vigilante. Messy stopping crime, hardly quick on the feet; more of a public nuisance. But not to Two-Face. Harvey wasn't keen on having unnecessary trouble in his neck of the woods, and needed to put a swift stop to this novelty.

Harvey let a tip slip lose on the streets about a huge shipment moving into the docks of Old Gotham, and you were on the case. It was a trap, naturally, and once sprung, Harvey emerged from the inky night with his caliber at the ready. He eyed his coveted vigilante, one hand flipping the iconic coin, the other thumbing the trigger.

"You've been a real pain in my ass, kid," a low, brittle growl came from his throat, shadows etching the rough features of his face. Figures surfaced from the darkness, Two-Face's goons, pairs of side arms aimed directly at you.

"Heh, well..." the nearby street lamp caught the glinting coin as Dent flipped it, "Guess that ends t'night."

Now completely cornering you to the edge of the wooden dock, railing directly behind you, Harvey came to a stop. Henchmen lined the clearing, all poised.

"So..." Harvey drawled, catching the glittering chip, "... Heads or tails?"